Following the “Very Good Day” day before yesterday, we were back to what I might call the new normal. It’s probably more accurate to say there is simply less predictability in our daily lives than there used to be. The expression “remarkably well” continues to be a good summary, but Kate is definitely not the same as she was even six or eight weeks ago.
I was encouraged when I went in to wake her. As the day before, she was already awake and gave me a nice smile. She was fine until I tried to help her out of bed. She wanted to do it without my assistance. I backed off, but the damage was done. From that point until nearly the time we left the house for lunch, she seemed both irritated with me and afraid. It wasn’t that she was afraid of me. I think it was a case of fear from not knowing where she was, who I was, who she was, or what she should do. She held on to me as we walked to the bathroom. When we got there, she didn’t know what to do. I pointed to the toilet and said, “Why don’t you go to the bathroom first. Then you can wash your hands and brush your teeth. That was too much information. I know better than to do that, but it was too late to take it back. That didn’t set well with her. She was not only irritated but confused. When she was ready, she said, “I don’t know what to do. Just tell me.” I put toothpaste on her toothbrush and handed it to her. She dropped the toothbrush in the sink, and the toothpaste came off. I told it came off and would get her some more. The same thing happened a second time. She felt I had rushed her and strongly expressed her irritation with me. Then she apologized for the way she had spoken to me and started to cry. I tried to calm her and was mostly successful, but it wasn’t until we were on the way to lunch that her emotion subsided.
The rest of the day went well. We had a nice time at lunch,, during the balance of the afternoon, and at dinner. Then on the way home from dinner last night, Kate said, “Where do you live?” I said, “Right here in Knoxville. I’m taking you home right now. You can spend the night with me.” She answered, “You mean the three of us.” I said, “Who is the third?” She gave me a look of irritation and said, “You know who.” I didn’t pursue it any further. I’ve learned that I never get an answer when she says that.
